My dad battled cancer for 11 years. He was diagnosed with Stage 4 colon cancer in October 1999, and he passed away Oct. 25, 2010. When the leaves start changing colors and falling to the ground it stirs up the memories of my Dad's final days. He was the most compassionate and generous man I have ever known. If you needed anything and he had it to give, it was yours. He gave so much and suffered so much. He taught me how to live with love and he taught me how to die with peace.

I wish for all who may have a history of cancer in their family, or who worry about symptoms, to get screened. My dad had symptoms that he put off for awhile. Would it have saved his life? We may never know. But this I can tell you. I miss him every day of my life. Man, I wish he were here. Take care of yourselves the best you can and live to help another.

My dad fought valiantly and has taught me to never give up, do the best you can and when there is no other way, trust in God. He has a plan for all of us. My heart goes out to all the people and their families fighting this disease. Keep fighting, keep praying ... one day there will be a cure.

-- Tina Beus, Pasco